"I've given all I can but we're still on the payroll"

[nausicaa83]

As of 40 minutes ago, there are no more workmen in my house, no more changing wires, no more drills, no more cement smell in the hall. It's over. I'm so tired I can't even type right, but I'm ecstatic. At last, my dear old home, my sweet octopus' garden is perfect, everything works fine, and I can go back to my old life. I never really realized how much I'm used to being alone, having my own rhythms, until I had strangers in the house eight hours a day, five days a week. God, I missed my old life.

Ugh, my back hurts. I'll go listen to the White Album stranded on the couch like a beached whale.